Cyril "Fire" King, what can be said about him that is not already assumed by his street name? Cyril is a man who wants things his way and only his way. As the acclaim boss of the streets, he feels that respect is owed to him without being given. Tho...
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“Everything clear,” I heard the same guy say. I could hear that he was standing right under the hatch that led to the attic. He sounded like he was right in there with me, the way his voice boomed in the tight space I was in. My whole body started shaking as I waited for them to come up and kill me.
“Aite. Let’s roll,” I heard someone else say as they started out the house.
Even though I no longer heard them, I wasn’t gonna budge just yet. I was too terrified to. Also, I thought they may have been playing me, acting like they were gone but really waiting on me to come out of hiding. I didn’t know if they knew of me, so I wasn’t taking a chance. “Oh no. Please, God, no. Don’t let this be happening.”
I cried softly when I felt a gush of fluid seep from between my legs.
This was a fine time for my water to break. I wasn’t due for another month. As if luck already wasn’t on my side, the contractions started soon after my water broke. I did everything in my power not to cry out, including removing my tights and stuffing a part of them into my mouth to muffle my moaning and groaning. Not able to take the pain no longer, I pulled myself to the attic door to let myself out. “Let’s get this shit cleaned up. I wanna catch some of the game,” I heard someone say
as soon as I pushed on the hatch to let myself out. I quickly closed it and slid back into the spot I was in. I wasn’t sure if it was dry-rotted anywhere up there. I didn’t wanna take any chances of falling through and hurting myself or my son, or better yet, getting caught. I was in pure agony as I wept silently. These contractions were killing me. I was beginning to feel faint from the excruciating pain. This was the worst part about living in the Pork N Beans projects. Nobody got involved or cared what the hell was going on around there, just as long as it didn’t involve them. This neighborhood had been plagued with so much violence in the recent years. It was scary to say, but everyone had become accustomed to all the killings and robberies that took place. Nobody was fazed by it.
It was the norm around here, and because of that, I was getting ready to have a baby in a hot, dirty, cobweb infested attic. “Oh my goodness!” I screamed into my tights as I watched my son’s head pop out my vagina. I tried to keep him from coming, but it was out of my control. I felt him pushing out on his own, so I had no other choice but to assist with getting him out. “Arghhhh!” I gave one last big push as I reached down and pulled him completely out of me. When I put him on my chest, he wasn’t breathing, and I soon noticed that his cord was wrapped around his neck. Frantically, I unwrapped the cord from around his neck, hoping that would assist with him with breathing. “No. No. Please… don’t let this be happening.” After removing the cord from around his neck, he still wasn’t breathing. I didn’t know what came over me. But before I knew it, I was pushing down the hatch and coming down from the attic with my son in hand. I didn’tknow if the guys were still there or not. I didn’t even care. My only concern was my son’s life. I booked it out the door as I ran out to the middle of the street, calling out for help. “Yo, shorty must be high. Where the fuck are her clothes?” I heard an onlooker say as they laughed.
